Inherited Hunger.
I would run away from home but not because I wanted to.
I would pack up my bag and run down the street, hoping my mom would come after me.
I would walk around the block over and over again, eventually making my way to a park bench. I'd sit there for hours but as the sun began to set, a pit would...
I would pack up my bag and run down the street, hoping my mom would come after me.
I would walk around the block over and over again, eventually making my way to a park bench. I'd sit there for hours but as the sun began to set, a pit would...